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The moon was full and at its peak when Mittens muddied her hand in the white ash of the cooling fire. As she painted the a white hand print on her armour she considered the days happenings.
The dwarf was odd, certainly touched by spirits that clouded his head. He had been quite drunk when he tried to kick and push Mittens around at the campfire. Now Mittens was willing to forgive these actions, not knowing the customs of these city dwellers, but had it been in her tribe these... challenges... would have ended in a combat trial. He was looking for combat though! No she thought, not combat, he wanted a fight, that was different.
Mittens dusted the ash from her hands. Picking up charcoal, she made the marks on her face as hubei had once done. In the darkness cast by the ruins, shadow mastiffs bayed, growled and snapped at each other, lunging at the edge of the their shadowy realm, not daring to reach into the light of the moon... yet.
Mittens agreed to herself that the dwarf's challenge toward her could be forgotten, but Hubei mentioned the threats, the threats this dwarf made to a sister of Hubei. A sister of a sister, these were threats against Mittens herself and this could not be forgiven. Mittens did not know what a "hin shoe" was, but Hubei assured it was not good and not something this dwarf should do to a sister.
Stepping out into the moonlight, Mittens produced a small leather bag and held it toward the moon. As she dumped the contents of the pouch onto the ground, she let out a mighty howl that echoed through the ancient mossdale. A howl that was picked up by the shadow mastiffs in her camp.
Crouching down she inspected the bones she had spilled onto the ground, sniffing at them and inspecting them carefully for their hidden meaning. The hounds were curiously quiet as Mittens gleened the answer she needed.
Digging through the bones, Mittens tossed a human tooth aside, picked up a gnoll claw, inspected it, then also tossed it aside. She picked up a goblin toe bone, sniffed at it then also discarded it. Pausing a moment, Mittens honed in on a particular bone, and dug it from the bottom of the pile. She sniffed at it and inspected the marks on it carefully. Yes, this was what she was looking for. The spirit in this bone was restless and held the great hunter's favor. This bone will speak of Mittens' hunt to him, this spirit will bring her the answer she seeked.
Tieing the bone into her hair, Mittens waited by the fire. As she drifted off to sleep waiting for the Great Hunter's reply she thought about her hunt of the dwarf and taking a bone of his to hold his spirit. Though she did not know his name, she new his scent, and that was enough to find him.
The dwarf was odd, certainly touched by spirits that clouded his head. He had been quite drunk when he tried to kick and push Mittens around at the campfire. Now Mittens was willing to forgive these actions, not knowing the customs of these city dwellers, but had it been in her tribe these... challenges... would have ended in a combat trial. He was looking for combat though! No she thought, not combat, he wanted a fight, that was different.
Mittens dusted the ash from her hands. Picking up charcoal, she made the marks on her face as hubei had once done. In the darkness cast by the ruins, shadow mastiffs bayed, growled and snapped at each other, lunging at the edge of the their shadowy realm, not daring to reach into the light of the moon... yet.
Mittens agreed to herself that the dwarf's challenge toward her could be forgotten, but Hubei mentioned the threats, the threats this dwarf made to a sister of Hubei. A sister of a sister, these were threats against Mittens herself and this could not be forgiven. Mittens did not know what a "hin shoe" was, but Hubei assured it was not good and not something this dwarf should do to a sister.
Stepping out into the moonlight, Mittens produced a small leather bag and held it toward the moon. As she dumped the contents of the pouch onto the ground, she let out a mighty howl that echoed through the ancient mossdale. A howl that was picked up by the shadow mastiffs in her camp.
Crouching down she inspected the bones she had spilled onto the ground, sniffing at them and inspecting them carefully for their hidden meaning. The hounds were curiously quiet as Mittens gleened the answer she needed.
Digging through the bones, Mittens tossed a human tooth aside, picked up a gnoll claw, inspected it, then also tossed it aside. She picked up a goblin toe bone, sniffed at it then also discarded it. Pausing a moment, Mittens honed in on a particular bone, and dug it from the bottom of the pile. She sniffed at it and inspected the marks on it carefully. Yes, this was what she was looking for. The spirit in this bone was restless and held the great hunter's favor. This bone will speak of Mittens' hunt to him, this spirit will bring her the answer she seeked.
Tieing the bone into her hair, Mittens waited by the fire. As she drifted off to sleep waiting for the Great Hunter's reply she thought about her hunt of the dwarf and taking a bone of his to hold his spirit. Though she did not know his name, she new his scent, and that was enough to find him.